Don, the Monk

Don, the Monk
Was a dom.
Loved the Sodom bit
But not the idea of doing it
With that nun
Jackie, the bitch
For she would agree
But only if he let her first
Get to his big ass with her whip.
So for a good while he demured,
He would pass
But  it is in the end
Strong wills in front
Of lovely tits and nice ass
Don't last,
A man's will often dictated
By his dick
So he prays, he fights his demons
But, yes, the mind yields
He bends over,
Gets whipped with leather and studs
He suffers, holding his cross tight to his chest
Hoping he will pass the test
He suffers, he prays, he silently  implores
The name of his Lord and cries
As the bitch hits him harder and harder
But he does not plead, will not be weak
As he knows that her cheeks
Will be visited  soon, oh so soon
By the dick of the Don